I know you all are wondering about how things went with the munchkins. I was hoping Cyndi's children would joint us, but they didn't. Therefore, we only had three, but that was plenty. I was going to take pictures, but forgot.
They did behave well. Rosie, being the oldest, was the best. I think they were all tired, though, when they got here.
We watched the movie (Shrek III) and during the moving we heard this noise, like a moose in heat, sort of. Alan had fallen asleep and was snoring, where upon we all erupted in laughter and I woke him up.
After they left, I cleaned up, sort of. As soon as I post this -- because I know you all wanted to know how things went -- I'll get to vacuuming. It's not all their dirt (popcorn pieces), my house was dirty when they came, so most of the dirt is mine and has been sitting around for days.
It's so bad, that I won't let any of the neighbors who seem to be dropping in more often, come up the stairs to the main living level. I keep them in the entry hall so they can't see how bad it is.
And, of course, add to that, another shipment of Creative Memories supplies to be sorted and divided, and bagged, and hopefully delivered before the stuff reaches the ceiling in my office (again).
So, now I'm off to vacuum.
BBL
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
The munchkins are coming
Tonight is the night. A first for me and Alan. We are having a movie night with several of our grandchildren.
We ordered Shrek III -- because I liked I and II, and three of the Hahn grandchildren are coming over tonight for movie night with Memom and pop-pop. I have individual size popcorn bags (microwave of course) for each child and each will get lemonade to drink. They will watch quietly so Memom can enjoy the movie -- well that's the dream anyway.
Rose and Rachel are getting their hair cut today -- getting ready for school, so part of tonight's show will be a hair show as well. David will just watch. Amy is keeping Matthew at home. We ALL decided that was best. Matthew isn't into sitting still to watch a movie. I'm not sure the others will be either, but the rules will be laid down at the beginning and if they can't watch quietly and politely well -- I don't know what to threaten them with because I don't really have any place to send them except to bed. Well, there's a thought!
I've got lots of shopping to do today -- food wise. My personal shopper is not available until next week and it's been two weeks, and supplies are getting pretty low. So, after lunch, I'll head out and see how far I get. I placed an order with the meat market so that just means going in and getting the stuff. Not many steps. Then I need to head over to the farmer's market. And I really need bread -- the kind you can use for steak sandwiches, which might mean a trip to Kroger's. I think I can' just go in, get the bread and the lemons (I'm out of lemons) and other salad fixings and then head home. Hopefully that will do it.
I'm a little dizzy right now, but that's because of it being shortly after taking my BP meds which always produce a drop in the pressure, thus making me dizzy for about a half hour (that's the report for those of you who want to know what it's like to be old and short).
So, I'm off do to the things I have to do. Alan is finally up and walking. He's not feeling really well today. He's had a busy week and I guess it finally caught up with him.
TTFN
We ordered Shrek III -- because I liked I and II, and three of the Hahn grandchildren are coming over tonight for movie night with Memom and pop-pop. I have individual size popcorn bags (microwave of course) for each child and each will get lemonade to drink. They will watch quietly so Memom can enjoy the movie -- well that's the dream anyway.
Rose and Rachel are getting their hair cut today -- getting ready for school, so part of tonight's show will be a hair show as well. David will just watch. Amy is keeping Matthew at home. We ALL decided that was best. Matthew isn't into sitting still to watch a movie. I'm not sure the others will be either, but the rules will be laid down at the beginning and if they can't watch quietly and politely well -- I don't know what to threaten them with because I don't really have any place to send them except to bed. Well, there's a thought!
I've got lots of shopping to do today -- food wise. My personal shopper is not available until next week and it's been two weeks, and supplies are getting pretty low. So, after lunch, I'll head out and see how far I get. I placed an order with the meat market so that just means going in and getting the stuff. Not many steps. Then I need to head over to the farmer's market. And I really need bread -- the kind you can use for steak sandwiches, which might mean a trip to Kroger's. I think I can' just go in, get the bread and the lemons (I'm out of lemons) and other salad fixings and then head home. Hopefully that will do it.
I'm a little dizzy right now, but that's because of it being shortly after taking my BP meds which always produce a drop in the pressure, thus making me dizzy for about a half hour (that's the report for those of you who want to know what it's like to be old and short).
So, I'm off do to the things I have to do. Alan is finally up and walking. He's not feeling really well today. He's had a busy week and I guess it finally caught up with him.
TTFN
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
This is the day that the Lord has made!
Let us rejoice and be glad in it!
I have to keep reminding myself of that. Hard to do when the knee keeps popping out and the kidneys are either working overtime or under time -- today it was overtime! Yesterday it was not at all. The life-group group prayed for me and today the floodgates opened.
Enough about my bodily functions.
I went over to Cyndi's (my youngest daughter's) to take some scrapbooking things to the youngest boys. They are having fun making pages for albums, etc., and I took them each an album, some background papers, and some stickers. They were pleased as punch. (How can punch be pleased? What a stupid expression.)
And Shandon was painting a picture when I got there and I grabbed it for my grandchildren's art work book. It's abstract. VERY abstract. But we discussed it -- what each part meant -- and by the time I was finished with my analogy, Adam was on the floor he was laughing so hard.
My next event with those children will be a trip to Hobby Lobby with Tori, I think. She was bemoaning the fact that school starts in just two weeks.
Megan is handling things fine, but she was glad I brought some stuff over for the boys because Adam was going bonkers with nothing to do. His best playmate, Strephen, is away this week, as are his parents, so he was stretched to the limit with boredom.
So, after an hour over there, I came home, played a couple of computer games (not big brain), and watched TV. Now, that's about it for this day. TTFN
I have to keep reminding myself of that. Hard to do when the knee keeps popping out and the kidneys are either working overtime or under time -- today it was overtime! Yesterday it was not at all. The life-group group prayed for me and today the floodgates opened.
Enough about my bodily functions.
I went over to Cyndi's (my youngest daughter's) to take some scrapbooking things to the youngest boys. They are having fun making pages for albums, etc., and I took them each an album, some background papers, and some stickers. They were pleased as punch. (How can punch be pleased? What a stupid expression.)
And Shandon was painting a picture when I got there and I grabbed it for my grandchildren's art work book. It's abstract. VERY abstract. But we discussed it -- what each part meant -- and by the time I was finished with my analogy, Adam was on the floor he was laughing so hard.
My next event with those children will be a trip to Hobby Lobby with Tori, I think. She was bemoaning the fact that school starts in just two weeks.
Megan is handling things fine, but she was glad I brought some stuff over for the boys because Adam was going bonkers with nothing to do. His best playmate, Strephen, is away this week, as are his parents, so he was stretched to the limit with boredom.
So, after an hour over there, I came home, played a couple of computer games (not big brain), and watched TV. Now, that's about it for this day. TTFN
Monday, August 4, 2008
My comb over -- didn't work
Well, I still have bald spots. I'm a woman, I shouldn't be going bald. I'm not on chemotherapy. However, for all you other "elderly" people out there who are taking medicines, beware!!!! It's not only chemotherapy that causes one to lose their hair.
I have read all the side effects of all the medicines I'm taking -- and there are enough side effects listed for each one that should remind me that I'm treading on dangerous ground each time I pop a pill.
Blood pressure medicine: side effects include dizziness, spots before the eyes, blurry vision, weight gain, HAIR LOSS.
Fibro medicine: sides effects include dizziness, spots before the eyes, blurry vision, weight gain, HAIR LOSS.
Arthritis medicine: No longer in play as it has started the shut down of my kidneys (side effect, loss of kidneys)
Sciatic nerve medicine: Taken only as needed, maybe twice a year: side effects include dizziness, spots before the eyes, blurry vision, weight gain, HAIR LOSS.
Is it any wonder, then, that I'm losing my hair? No. But why so much at this time. I mean, I've been taking these meds for well, a few weeks anyway. I guess they have just all piled up, and if I was only taking one or two of them I'd be fine, but since almost every medicine I take has a side effect of HAIR LOSS, there you have it.
I'm sure, however, my psychologically savvy daughter would just say it's stress that's causing the hair loss. Well, just living, I've discovered after 65 years has always been stressful. If stress caused baldness I'd have been bald at 30 -- three children birthed in four years? That's stress. Raising three children alone for two years while husband's job takes him to our Nation's capital -- that's stress, especially since the oldest was just three year's old when all that started. Working full-time and going to college full-time and determined to make straight A', while trying to juggle a family life -- that's stress. So, no, I don't think it's stress that's causing this new event in my elder life.
I think my hair is slowly dying as I am -- don't get worried, I don't have a fatal disease -- we're all slowing dying -- it's a fact of life (or death, depending on your point of view).
So back to my comb over -- as I was trying to rearrange my hair yesterday Alan was laughing hysterically because the more I pushed the hair around, the worse it got, and the more hair was being removed from my head. Point of story -- enjoy a comb over on the day you get it done at the hair dresser's and then live with the baldness for the next six weeks!
TTFN
I have read all the side effects of all the medicines I'm taking -- and there are enough side effects listed for each one that should remind me that I'm treading on dangerous ground each time I pop a pill.
Blood pressure medicine: side effects include dizziness, spots before the eyes, blurry vision, weight gain, HAIR LOSS.
Fibro medicine: sides effects include dizziness, spots before the eyes, blurry vision, weight gain, HAIR LOSS.
Arthritis medicine: No longer in play as it has started the shut down of my kidneys (side effect, loss of kidneys)
Sciatic nerve medicine: Taken only as needed, maybe twice a year: side effects include dizziness, spots before the eyes, blurry vision, weight gain, HAIR LOSS.
Is it any wonder, then, that I'm losing my hair? No. But why so much at this time. I mean, I've been taking these meds for well, a few weeks anyway. I guess they have just all piled up, and if I was only taking one or two of them I'd be fine, but since almost every medicine I take has a side effect of HAIR LOSS, there you have it.
I'm sure, however, my psychologically savvy daughter would just say it's stress that's causing the hair loss. Well, just living, I've discovered after 65 years has always been stressful. If stress caused baldness I'd have been bald at 30 -- three children birthed in four years? That's stress. Raising three children alone for two years while husband's job takes him to our Nation's capital -- that's stress, especially since the oldest was just three year's old when all that started. Working full-time and going to college full-time and determined to make straight A', while trying to juggle a family life -- that's stress. So, no, I don't think it's stress that's causing this new event in my elder life.
I think my hair is slowly dying as I am -- don't get worried, I don't have a fatal disease -- we're all slowing dying -- it's a fact of life (or death, depending on your point of view).
So back to my comb over -- as I was trying to rearrange my hair yesterday Alan was laughing hysterically because the more I pushed the hair around, the worse it got, and the more hair was being removed from my head. Point of story -- enjoy a comb over on the day you get it done at the hair dresser's and then live with the baldness for the next six weeks!
TTFN
Saturday, August 2, 2008
My comb over
I thought I should explain about my "comb over" remark in the previous post.
Yes, I'm losing my hair, and yes the stylist had a hard time hiding the bald spots. But the thing is she did hide them.
I've never had the "knack" of fixing my hair. I wasn't good with my children's hair either. Nor am I good with my grandchildren's hair, even though all the girls like to have me comb it for them, or did when they were small and didn't know diddly about a nice hair style.
Well, it all started when I was working in Philadelphia in 1965 and my boss really wanted me to go to her hair dresser. That meant I would have to stay in Philly later than normal, get a bus way after dark, and not get home until after 10 p.m. because this man could only style my hair at night.
Now, I have naturally curly hair and back then it was so curly even ironing it didn't make it straight. Large rollers helped. Curl Free was used as often as recommended on the box, but still I had extremely curly hair -- which I mentioned to this bozo who insisted on using SMALL curlers on my hair. Then he wondered why when he was combing it out he could barely get a comb through it.
Remember this is my boss's hair dresser.
Well, I was glad I had a scarf and could hide my hair until I got home, where I walked straight into the bathroom and washed my hair -- three times. Each time I poured 1/3 of a bottle of conditioner on it, hoping to relax it some. Then I put my hair up in the biggest rollers I could find, and tried to sleep. Sleeping on rollers was never something I could do. Please note this was only six years before afros came into style. By that time (Afro hair style time) my hair had straighted a bit because when I had children a lot of the curl left my hair -- yeah!
Back to my story: I went to work the next day. He had at least cut my hair some, so it was shorter and my boss thought it looked "nice." Which meant she didn't like it, but couldn't admit it because it was, after all, her most wonderful hair stylist.
So, after that I determined NEVER to go to a hair dresser ever again. And I didn't. I cut my own hair, styled it, sort of, and didn't think another thing of it. Until...
One day at church one of the ladies who is a hair dresser/stylist (what do we call these people these days? Shear geniuses?) said she would do my hair for nothing. I told her frankly what had happened to me and she said it wouldn't happen with her in control of my hair, and she was right. She gave me a perfect cut/style and I've been going to her ever since. We are about the same age, so it's just a matter of time until she retires and then I will have to do my own comb overs.
Heck, by then I KNOW I'll be totally bald so it won't matter. I'll be wearing a wig.
For those of you who didn't know me when I was under 30, I had very thick hair, very dark, and very curly. It really was unmanageable, although in this day and age it would have been right in style -- wild, frizzy, curly -- today anything goes. I was just born too soon.
TTFN
Yes, I'm losing my hair, and yes the stylist had a hard time hiding the bald spots. But the thing is she did hide them.
I've never had the "knack" of fixing my hair. I wasn't good with my children's hair either. Nor am I good with my grandchildren's hair, even though all the girls like to have me comb it for them, or did when they were small and didn't know diddly about a nice hair style.
Well, it all started when I was working in Philadelphia in 1965 and my boss really wanted me to go to her hair dresser. That meant I would have to stay in Philly later than normal, get a bus way after dark, and not get home until after 10 p.m. because this man could only style my hair at night.
Now, I have naturally curly hair and back then it was so curly even ironing it didn't make it straight. Large rollers helped. Curl Free was used as often as recommended on the box, but still I had extremely curly hair -- which I mentioned to this bozo who insisted on using SMALL curlers on my hair. Then he wondered why when he was combing it out he could barely get a comb through it.
Remember this is my boss's hair dresser.
Well, I was glad I had a scarf and could hide my hair until I got home, where I walked straight into the bathroom and washed my hair -- three times. Each time I poured 1/3 of a bottle of conditioner on it, hoping to relax it some. Then I put my hair up in the biggest rollers I could find, and tried to sleep. Sleeping on rollers was never something I could do. Please note this was only six years before afros came into style. By that time (Afro hair style time) my hair had straighted a bit because when I had children a lot of the curl left my hair -- yeah!
Back to my story: I went to work the next day. He had at least cut my hair some, so it was shorter and my boss thought it looked "nice." Which meant she didn't like it, but couldn't admit it because it was, after all, her most wonderful hair stylist.
So, after that I determined NEVER to go to a hair dresser ever again. And I didn't. I cut my own hair, styled it, sort of, and didn't think another thing of it. Until...
One day at church one of the ladies who is a hair dresser/stylist (what do we call these people these days? Shear geniuses?) said she would do my hair for nothing. I told her frankly what had happened to me and she said it wouldn't happen with her in control of my hair, and she was right. She gave me a perfect cut/style and I've been going to her ever since. We are about the same age, so it's just a matter of time until she retires and then I will have to do my own comb overs.
Heck, by then I KNOW I'll be totally bald so it won't matter. I'll be wearing a wig.
For those of you who didn't know me when I was under 30, I had very thick hair, very dark, and very curly. It really was unmanageable, although in this day and age it would have been right in style -- wild, frizzy, curly -- today anything goes. I was just born too soon.
TTFN
I missed a day, so what?
Well, sis, I got the message. I need write something on one of the BLOGs every day. I'm not dead. I'm not sick. I'm just out of ideas. It's called writer's block. I've got it big time.
Today was so eventful that I had time to get my hair done -- what's left of it, that is.
You see, I'm on meds that make my hair fall out, so I'm slowly but surely going bald -- bald as an eagle. Are eagles really bald?
The hair dresser did a great job with the cut and making it look like I have some hair. She combed over all the bald spots, so it seems I have enough hair still to hide them. My hair is now completely white.
Why am I just noticing that? It's been white for years. But not COMPLETELY. Those with black hair have a few white hairs can relate. I used to have a few black hairs!
Today, though, I noticed as the shears were snipping away and the hair was falling it was ALL white, no black in the drippings, so to speak. I supposed that makes me officially OLD. Or Mrs. Santa Claus.
I also notice how fat I've become since taking Lyrica. Actually, I look like most people look when they are going through chemotherapy -- you know when the face gets real puffy? That's how I look. My eyes, I didn't realize are almost closed. Now, that's odd, because I can still see, and if my eyes were completely closed I wouldn't be able to see.
I have noticed that it is getting darker much earlier though and getting lighter in the a.m. much later. Is that normal for this time of year? Isn't it still summer? Aren't we still supposed to have light until after 9 o'clock at night?
Okay, have I written enough now? Do you have enough (questions) to think about? If not, oh, well!
TTFN
Today was so eventful that I had time to get my hair done -- what's left of it, that is.
You see, I'm on meds that make my hair fall out, so I'm slowly but surely going bald -- bald as an eagle. Are eagles really bald?
The hair dresser did a great job with the cut and making it look like I have some hair. She combed over all the bald spots, so it seems I have enough hair still to hide them. My hair is now completely white.
Why am I just noticing that? It's been white for years. But not COMPLETELY. Those with black hair have a few white hairs can relate. I used to have a few black hairs!
Today, though, I noticed as the shears were snipping away and the hair was falling it was ALL white, no black in the drippings, so to speak. I supposed that makes me officially OLD. Or Mrs. Santa Claus.
I also notice how fat I've become since taking Lyrica. Actually, I look like most people look when they are going through chemotherapy -- you know when the face gets real puffy? That's how I look. My eyes, I didn't realize are almost closed. Now, that's odd, because I can still see, and if my eyes were completely closed I wouldn't be able to see.
I have noticed that it is getting darker much earlier though and getting lighter in the a.m. much later. Is that normal for this time of year? Isn't it still summer? Aren't we still supposed to have light until after 9 o'clock at night?
Okay, have I written enough now? Do you have enough (questions) to think about? If not, oh, well!
TTFN
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